Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Chapter 31

Bech pushes a vending machine cup at Cappelli. “What’s she saying?”

Cappelli hooks a thumb into a pocket “Never gets any fucking better does it? Denying everything of course. Says she’s being framed.”

Bech barks a laugh. “Of course. Just another victim of a tragic miscarriage of justice.”

“Aren’t they all? Still, looks like that lawyer of hers is going to get her sprung. Bail’s set high but the judge is allowing it. No previous. And it looks like they share a school tie.”

Fuck!

“Who is he? He looked pretty high-class to be the legal for a hooker.”

“Theo Aldred. Subs for Max Devlin. From Hofferman and Partners…”

“Hofferman’s? The prosecutors on the Romani Family case?”

“Yup. Don’t envy him that one. They’ve got all the wits under protection and the judge and lawyers have full surveillance.” Cappelli sucks at the coffee, pulls a face. “Stone-cold… You’re right though. You’d not think he’d turn up for the likes of that one would you?” He tilts the cup at Bech. “I’m going to the machine for another. Want one?”

“Thanks, but no. I’m off in five.”

*****

So, the bitch got herself sprung…

Back in his apartment, Bech paces, curses, bangs his fist on the wall. Then…

The blindingly fuckin’ obvious…

He checks the card index,

And sure enough…

Maximillian Devlin. Lawyer. Married twice. Son by previous.

One daughter by current marriage - favourite topic of conversation. Likes rabbits and pink. Got a pony. Gymkhana. Head girl at Ponterbury.

*****

 

Michael

in stone arches and vaulted ceilings, then brain-cells line up in good order and I remember where I am. Beside me lies

her, where James slept, the covers are rumpled, sheets thrown back, but when I listen, there is a faint clatter of movement

I take a good look at my Sleeping Beauty. She’s looking better than she has since we returned from the

Her father…

Christ…

her cheeks are brushed

Babe…

of high cheekbones with a fingertip. Her lids flutter,

stranger who looked out at me for the last few days, but my beautiful wife; my copper-haired, emerald-eyed, wilful, frustrating, crazy, wonderful

reaching to touch me, she smiles.

her face, “How

watery. “I’m fine. Really,

Tracing a curved brow with the pad of my thumb. “Sometimes life throws shit at us, knocks us down.

gaze, she

that if you really want to get yourself pregnant.”

a whisper. “Is

when we talked about it. It’s fine. Just

across hers. Her hand curves around the back of my head. “Thank you.” She nuzzles into

I never will go away…” She

“You

don’t imagine James and I share a bed when you’re not in it with us? He might be my good

there.” James holds a tray. The scents of toast

bolt upright. “God, I’m starving.

James grins. “She’s back.”

*****

 

Twenty-Six Years Ago

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